11 Miles!!

I suppose I had better start to get used to this formula………

…..waking up early…….

….realisation that it’s long-run morning……

….nerves……

….hope that conditions outside (snow, ice, molten lava) would make running outdoors impossible……

….the dawning that it did not snow last night, it was not cold enough to freeze, and I am not in a Bruce Willis movie…..

…..more nerves…..

….putting it off as long as I can…..

….donning of the running gear…..

….double-check of the route distance….

…..even more nerves…..

….stretch….

….front door open, walk-jog-skip-walk-skip-jog-walk-skip along the road…….

….switch on the mp3, get the headphones on…..

….run!!!

I have to pinch myself sometimes that a guy who once struggled to run the 400 yards – downhill – to the corner shop is now taking on eleven miles around the pavements of Lancashire. It’s a reeeally long way when you don’t have a car; did you know that?! Feels like you are running FOR EVER!! But, you know what the most amazing part of it all is? That I can not only do it, I can do it without feeling like my legs are going to fall off. Yes it does sting a little towards the end, and yes some of the hills (particularly the three mile continuous one towards the end) are pretty brutal, but I don’t feel out of place passing by (crossing, or them overtaking me, never overtaken one yet!!) my fellow runners of a Sunday morning.

Okay, now it’s time to run (metaphorically this time) around; tidy the house, pack for the commute to work tomorrow all before my muscles seize up. Then, when all that is done I am going to sit down…..and not get up again for quite some time.  

......77 days to go........